Summoned let it be...
all the forces that led my steps
to be the one that I crawled I walked
after you , pitiful gray and weak figure
no grandeur ... just your fear , envy I smelt.

Supper on your blood and flesh you bastard one
and I , again there to give the bitter kiss
the silver coins changing hands
all twelve disciples chained on my side
now you reign in piss...

Sanctum sanctorum I desecrate
a raven crows your bitter end
trumpeter call , your heaven begin to fall
a gale sings : million times you'll be denied
near comes genesis of apocalypse...

Sweet , so sweet...golgotha hill arose
and I armoured to thrust the thorncrown deeper...deeper
to your ribs my spear...the words I speak just hear
all your tears-all your fears are my truth...oh! So weak
nazarene boy , hammered (now) nailed on your throne.

March '02